Page 22 of Forgiveness
She had barely finished speaking when he lifted up off of her body.Oh shit, are we stopping? Did I say something wrong?He stood between her legs and stared down at her splayed, still-clothed body as if she were some kind of work of art. She wasn’t used to such smoldering attention as his gaze took in every single inch of her before his hands drew back to the edge of her skirt.
Their eyes locked and he licked his lips.
“Do you care about this top, Duchess? Not a favorite?”
“W-what?” she stuttered.
He nodded as if that answert was good enough for him. But she hadn’t really said much of anything before his large, delicious hands ripped her top in half, leaving it to hang in ragged edges off her body. She shuddered from the pure lust that vibrated down her nerve endings and watched in awe as Flux bent down and circled her navel with his tongue.
Such a light, teasing touch shouldn’t have had such an impact.
“I like that you haven’t moved for me, Duchess. Good.” Flux’s voice rumbled up from low on her torso. “Keep your hands like that until I tell you to move them.”
Maggie closed her eyes, trembling from his tongue as he licked a path from her stomach to up under her bra, lightly tracing along the edges of each cup. She sucked in air as if she were drowning, and the rest of their surroundings fell away.
“More—please, more.” She didn’t dare move her wrists from above her head, but she angled her vision so she could watch as his tongue circled and teased her. When their eyes connected, his gleamed with lust and something deeper.
“I like the sound of that, darlin’.”
He nipped at her tight nipple through the bra and then undid the front clasp with one hand. No sooner had she taken a ragged inhale, his mouth closed around her nipple with the slight press of teeth. Maggie bucked with a low groan. He laughed, quite possibly the sexiest sound in the world, as he continued sucking and toying with her. By the time he moved onto the other one, she was a panting, wet, frantic mess.
His fingers flicked and massaged and pinched her hard nipple while his warm, wet mouth closed in on the other, leaving her breathless and nearly mindless from the multiple sensations. By the time he was done, it took all of her willpower to keep her hands anchored above her head. A final nip with his teeth made her gasp.
Maggie gazed down the line of her body as Flux slid lower toward her jean skirt. His look held a-million-and-one promises: dark, dangerous, and ready to please her; all she had to do was ask. She bit the inside of her bottom lip and rolled her hips upward, hoping that was enough of a signal while he kneeled between her legs, his mouth so close to exactly where she wanted him.
Flux arched a brow and made a soft chiding sound with his tongue.
“What do you want, Duchess?” he said in a low voice.
She swallowed, her body heavy with arousal and her mind not working quite right. Connecting sounds to her mouth seemed like the hardest chore in the world right now, and he was expecting her to speak to him? A small whimper came out of her lips. Flux grunted as his hands slid between her back and the mattress to unzip her skirt, and she moaned when he yanked it down to her knees.
“You gonna answer me?” he asked thickly. He pressed his hands into her thighs, drawing small circles with the rough pad of his thumbs.
She writhed beneath him, her mind numb with pleasure and anticipation of what was to come. “Flux,” she panted.
“I’ll take that as an answer ’cause seeing you flushed and so fuckin’ ready is more than I can take.”
Flux’s words were stolen away as she watched his head delve between her legs, and then she sensed a warm, teasing wetness against her panties as he licked her through them. Small, little touches, offering nothing but torment to the real feeling that was building deep inside her as he played with her body.
Although she tried to coax him further, her legs were bound by her skirt. There wasn’t much she could do but submit to his control of her body. Even a small arch was made harder by the caged fabric. She yearned to grab his head and drag it exactly where she wanted it—but that wasn’t the point, was it? Instead, she challenged herself to take his pleasure-filled teasing and allow him to take the wheel, as much as he wanted her to wrestle it back from him.
The power exchange was new and charged with lustful expectation. Sure, she had thrown in a few dirty words and sometimes full-on sentences to ease a guy’s nerves or to drive home that she liked something. But this? This was very different territory as Flux gently took her panties between his teeth and pulled them to the side, anchoring the soft fabric with his fingertips.
“I thought, you said … you couldn’t wait …” Maggie groaned as Flux’s breath ghosted across her sensitive outer lips, and the warm burst of air made her tingle and writhe as much as her trapped skirt would allow. “Please, Flux.”
His name was whispered on a gasp as Flux flicked his tongue across her most intimate place and stars shot across the backs of her eyelids. She clenched her hands together so as not to move them, then he eased his tongue around her sensitive clit before catching her off guard and driving his tongue into her opening in a move that nearly had her sitting up.
“Oh God, yes. More.”
These kinds of noises she could manage, if only it would keep him between her legs. Maggie alternated between trying to keep her eyes open so she could watch him, and closing them as he did something amazing with his lips, that tongue, and his teeth. She couldn’t capture a specific pattern. Just when she thought he’d repeat a certain motion, he’d lightly nibble her clit or tongue her slit instead. None of it was the same in method or strokes or intensity, and keeping her constantly guessing brought her to the edge quicker than she was used to, as his other hand anchored her to the bed by her hip bone.
When a single digit slid into her wetness, she clenched hard around him. Torn between the lust that was making her feel wanton and greedy, and the blush that stroked beneath her skin, she submitted to his slow strokes inside her body as her muscles grew tight.
“That’s it,” he coaxed against her as she attempted to rock her hips up to meet his strokes. “Fuck, Duchess, you taste like heaven in my mouth.”
Before Maggie could reply, he clamped his mouth around her hardened nub, setting her on fire. Goosebumps coated her skin as her thighs pressed together. Her hands desperately clung to each other, so she didn’t make a single move that would make him stop this exquisite torment. Even the coolness from the clunky air conditioning unit blew insistently against her hard nipples, teasing all her exposed flesh as his hot warmth took her to new heights.
“I need … more …” she begged through her tight throat, quivering on the cusp of an orgasm and desperate for him to push her over the edge.
